Uriah's Heart (Romance Bites)

By Zena Wynn

I am the king of my world. My business makes millions. I had everything at the tip
of my fingers until the woman I loved turned in her two week's notice. She wants
marriage and a family, and feels she can’t have it working for me. I’m not letting her go.
She’ll have everything her heart desires, but it will be on my terms, not hers.

Note: Romance bites are meant to be devoured in one hour or less. Food is optional.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zena Wynn
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463560457

Zena Wynn

Zena Wynn is a multi-published author of erotic and sensual romance in various romance subgenres: Interracial, Contemporary, Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, and Inspirational. She writes the type of stories she loves to read—stories with great characters who, through love and determination, overcome all the challenges that come their way. Her heroes and heroines are passionately, lovingly, devoted to each other. Zena wants her characters to stick with readers long after “The End.”To learn more about Zena Wynn, visit her website: www.zenawynn.com. Connect with her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/zenawynn. Subscribe to her YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-XfstUTbbeNLAAmG4Cl4pw. Or contact her by email: [e-mail].

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URIAH’S HEART

BY

ZENA WYNN

© 2019

Uriah’s Heart

I am the king of my world. My business makes millions. I had everything at the tip of my fingers until the woman I loved turned in her two weeks' notice. She wants marriage and a family, and feels she can’t have it working for me. I’m not letting her go. She’ll have everything her heart desires, but it will be on my terms, not hers.

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Copyright © July 2019 by Zena Wynn

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Chapter One

Maze

The nearly full cardboard box sat on top of my desk. Only one item remained. I picked up the framed picture and stood staring at it for a full minute before slowly lowering it into the box. A final glance around revealed that was it. All of my personal possessions had been removed.

The heavy weight of grief sat on my chest. For over a decade, this job had been my life. I’d spent more time with the people here than with family and friends. I was going to miss the hectic pace of it all, but it had to be done. I had to sever the umbilical cord chaining me to this place. I had dreams and goals. Things I wanted in my personal life that just couldn’t be gained as long as I worked here.

It was time to go. I place my hands on the box in preparation for hefting it when Uriah Baine, my former employer, darkened my doorway. He gazed at me with his intense, penetrating eyes. Is this it? Sure you won’t change your mind?

I shook my head, too choked up to respond verbally. Blinking rapidly to dissipate the moisture I felt gathering, I slid my purse strap over my shoulder and once more reached for the box.

I’ll get it, Uriah said. He came forward and plucked up the box before I could protest. Lead the way.

Unable to delay my departure any longer, I squared my shoulders and marched towards the door. We walked side by side, neither one of us speaking until we reached my car. I pushed the fob to open the trunk. Uriah placed the box next to the other items I’d removed from the office.

I never realized you had so much stuff, he said, gesturing to the neatly ordered stacks.

Neither did I until I had to pack it all up. I’ve been removing items all week, I said.

Uriah closed the lid and then leaned on the car, his pose relaxed. Come out with me. One final drink with the boss, for old time’s sake.

Sniffing, I shook my head. I don’t think that’s a good idea. This is difficult enough as it is.

Please, Maze. You owe me this much, at least. I promise not to try and change your mind again. It was as close to pleading as I’d ever heard from him. Uriah Baine did not beg. He ordered. He commanded. He never asked.

Besides, he was right. Uriah had given me a shot at being his personal assistant when others would have laughed in my face. He’d risen from obscurity to the top of the business world, taking me with him. The least I could do was have one final drink with him.

Okay.

He grinned. A predatory flash of teeth that had I been more alert, would have warned me. It’s the same grin he wore when he’d just negotiated a particularly tricky business deal in his favor. Lock your car. We can go across the street to The Jameson.

The Jameson was a high end hotel with a bar and restaurant on the bottom floor. We’d frequently entertained clients and celebrated closing major deals there in its beautiful surroundings. It was a fitting end for our business relationship.

Uriah placed a hand on the lower end of my back and escorted me to our destination. For a Friday night, the place was busy but not packed. He found us a quiet two-seater table in a corner.

I’ll get our drinks. Strawberry daiquiri? he asked.

Today was all about change, wasn’t it? A new job which would hopefully lead to a new life? No more ruts? Surprise me. Just make sure it’s fruity.

Uriah’s dark eyes gleamed approvingly. Be right back.

I sighed heavily and glanced around. I’d miss all of this when I was gone, but it couldn’t be helped. As I’d told Uri, I had dreams and goals that simply couldn’t be accomplished working for him.

Uriah returned and slid a frothy, orange colored drink in front of me. The top was garnished with pineapple and cherries, and what looked like a sprig of mint. He had his usual glass of scotch on the rocks.

What’s this? Not being much of a drinker, I’d learned to consume the occasional glass of wine or daiquiri at business functions to fit in. It was easier to get a drink and sip on it all night rather than constantly explain why I wasn’t drinking. I’ve never understood why people who don’t drink make folks who do so uncomfortable.

"The bartender called it a Zombie. It has orange, pineapple and lime juices in it. If you